Text: Bob Marley and the Wailers. Iron Lion Zion.

I'm on the rock and then I check a stock

I have to run like a fugitive

To save the life I live

I'm gonna be Iron like a Lion in Zion

I'm gonna be Iron like a Lion in Zion

Oh yeah

Lion, Iron, Zion, Lion, Zion

I'm on the run but I ain't got no gun


See they want to be the star

So they fighting tribal war

And they saying

Iron like a Lion in Zion

Iron like a Lion in Zion,

Iron Lion Zion

I'm on the rock, I check a stock

I had to run like a fugitive, oh god

Just to save the life I live, oh now

And still I'm gonna be

Iron like a Lion in Zion

I'm gonna be Iron like a Lion in Zion

What did you say, Iron Lion Zion,

I'm on the run

But i don't got no gun

See, my brothers wanna be stars,

So they fighting tribal wars

And they saying

Iron like a Lion in Zion,

Iron like a Lion in Zion

Iron, Lion, Zion

I'm on a run, got no gun,

Iron, Lion, Zion.


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